Here Lies The Wicked

The road down the mountain did not happen with any extraneous branches, and it entered the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain very smoothly.

However, as soon as they entered the village, the village was surprisingly lively. Many villagers came and went with people and looked almost like normal villages. It was not an empty village.

This is unlike any empty city I've ever met.

Fang Zheng wondered, did these villagers appear because of the dramatic need in Li Xianshui's memory?

Along the way, all these villagers could see him, but he was a foreigner who did not attract much attention from the local villagers... It should be that I have a relationship with the soul lights, so I am not excluded from the world of Li Xianshui's memory. For a moment, I can only think of this only reason that makes sense.

And most importantly, the soulfire of his soul lamp, which none of these villagers could see, nobody could find his anomaly.

“Li Xianshui's house, I think, lives at 136 South Road...”

Following the directions of the soul lamp, Fang recalled the address of Li Xianshui's family mentioned in the next file, as if he was on his way to Li Xianshui's family.

Walking, Fang walked into a small mess hall.

On both sides of the house are the new rural three or four story small buildings.

There was also a stinking gutter in the hall, full of garbage and sewage, which smelled bad for a while.

Fang Zheng was walking, suddenly, after making a dark corner of the hall, he walked out the famous gray-haired old woman and walked in front of Fang Zheng.

The old woman bent over the camel's back, like the late old man who was famous for his wood, slow to move, trembling, very hard to walk, carrying a bamboo basket with white cloth in her hand, very ordinary, very plain rural old man dressed.

Fang looked up at the shadow of the old woman. He thought in both eyes. He was not in a hurry. He slowly followed the old woman and did not rush the old man to make way.

The old woman bent her back slowly and suddenly she accidentally fell to the ground, as did the bamboo basket sat on her hand.

“Old man, are you all right? ”

Fang Zheng reached out to help the falling old man, but his eyes were looking at something that fell out of the basket, a puppet doll with a double ponytail stitched up with needle thread.

Just as Fang Zheng helped the elderly, bang, the elderly's palms, suddenly grabbed Fang Zheng hard, the palms were cold, like ice on the skin.

“Have you seen my good granddaughter? ”

“She's only five. ”

Mm-hmm.

Without fear in his eyes, Fang saw him lift his finger and fall out of the basket, stained the gutter sewage and dirty puppet doll, and said: "Old man, isn't your granddaughter there? ”

“Have you seen my good granddaughter? ”

“She's only five. ”

The old man still repeated the same words and did not follow Fang Zheng's fingers to look at the puppet doll on the floor.

“Old man, it's no use holding on to me. Why don't you go back and see if that's your granddaughter?” Fang continues to ask the old lady to look back first at the puppet doll on the floor behind her.

But the old man didn't listen to Fang Zheng at all. Her palm still died grabbing Fang Zheng's wrist and repeating the same words.

The old man's hands are cold, not ordinary cold, but very, very cold. Standing next to the old man is like standing in a high-power air-conditioned air outlet. The yin is heavy...

“Pretending to haunt! ”

Seeing Fang had been caught dead by the old man on his wrist, he suddenly began to rapidly produce a layer of solid monkey hair.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was an echo of a broken bone in the tiny mess hall, as well as a murmur of a flesh and blood impact.

+1 Normal Soul Qi.

Dropping the headless body with a cracked skull hammer in his hand, he quickly retreated and bent over to pick up the Puppet doll that fell off one side.

As soon as Fu grabbed the puppet, he noticed a strange touch.

Soft?

Like in this puppet doll with a double ponytail, not a cotton flock, but really blood and meat?

Pull!

Without hesitation, the puppet was torn apart and a complete wildcat body was actually removed.

Since ancient times, cats have been regarded as the closest psychic creatures to hell in both East and West and ancient Egypt. The body of a cat was stitched in a puppet. The old woman should have been sad and sick before her life, and she became a little insane when she got old.

“Was it exposed from the outset? The first sacrificed guy, what the hell was he doing here? He got me involved and exposed as soon as I came in. ”

Fang was throwing away the puppet and wildcat body in his hand. As he couldn't help but say a word in the gutter, he continued on his way to Li Xianshui's house, and did not stay too long in place.

However, Fang also quickly figured out that it was not all a scourge to expose himself so quickly.

Exposed from the outset, although there may be more danger, there may also be more blessings and clues, depending on each other.

……

Ten minutes later.

Li Xianshui's home.

This is a very ordinary small farmhouse. When Fang came to Li Xianshui's door, he saw two villagers walking out of Li Xianshui's house with an apology.

It was in the mountains that Li Xianshui scared Zhao Yongda and Huang Jian 'an, who sprained their feet.

When they walked out of Li Shuishui's yard door, they happened to meet Fang Zheng, but they just looked at the square a few more times and separated from each other, hurrying away.

Looks like they went home.

Without disturbing the tranquillity of the world of the dead, and without attempting to influence the direction of the story or the plot, it is a taboo to go astray, because no one knows what will lead to the unknown.

This is the spiritual world after death.

In the unlikely event that the plot changes course, causes memory disturbances, or causes the exclusion or collapse of the world, no matter what.

All he had to do was keep calm and find out the truth about the incident.

Instead of getting involved in the plot.

Therefore, Fang finally interrupted the idea of contact with Li Xianshui. He intends to find a place first where he can keep an eye on Li Xianshui at all times and wait smoothly for the next memory plot to unfold.

At the same time, he was silent.

Where are the other participants hiding now?

Is he being watched nearby as a Fortune Place Competitor?

As soon as Fang was thinking about it, he discovered that he actually had the potential of crow mouth, because there were three people as luminous as him, on the top of the house in the three directions of separation, each representing a tripartite force, without touching each other.

“Don't be silly! ”

“Do not attempt to change the fixed plot development in the memory of the dead! ”

“There's already a fool almost killed us all! ”

The three of them are in high spirits and have serious warnings of poor tone.

Standing on the flat floor, he looked up and down on the rooftop and looked at three of his people. His eyes flashed with cold light.

The attitude of three people who think they have everything under control is really disgusting.

I had no idea he had such a cold relationship with his competitors at the beginning and would have come into contact with them so quickly.